Buddha's Head and Meat Buns

Unlike Guan Hai, the Lanke Temple's monk, whose heart was in the esoteric state and his cultivation was in palm emblems, the sadhu drinking water in the morning at street of Chang'an in broken straw shoes had a clear goal for his trip. He wanted to use challenging the Academy's disciple who entered the human realm as an opportunity to cripple or even kill Ning Que.

Ning Que had not rested for 24 hours. He had not slept or even sat for a while. He had eaten or drunk nothing. Physical tiredness and tons of emotions had exhausted him. It seemed that he would die no matter what in the face of such a terrifying powerhouse of the Buddhism Sect.

Ning Que had encountered his greatest fear when he discovered that Sangsang had left home yesterday morning and he might never see her again. It was the first time he had the impulse to kill himself. He wrangled with the idea of whether he should in the middle of the night by the Yanming Lake where he cursed it.